The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Bee Calm, Bee WiseWomen
Introduction: Calm begets the render, and the Lineage of WiseWomen.
2025 November 9th Issue
Bee Calm, Bee WiseWomen
Bee the Calm that you need, Bee the Center of your Calm, Bee the WiseWomen of each eon, so that what Is, is from the Consciousness that you have grown from the WiseWomen you have known.
Reach into history, reach into your lineage, reach past anything hindering you from reaching, and find the match that says yes, beyond every no of limitation.
The WiseWomen have already claimed their Space, their Time, and the Gravity that opens Portals into new Places, new creations, new events that allow the Ease to flourish.
From the Awakened State of Awareness, allow the Papered to wrap you like a gift, and present you to who you are becoming today. The breath is the same, and in order to manage your longings, breathe deeply. 5,5,5.
Change comes in 5’s, Inhale, count 5, hold, count 5, exhale count 5. The Box Breath of living a Life worth expressing.
One time we were able to remember All, now we remember Some, but the potential is there to rediscover what brought you to this Time, this Space, this sense of Gravity.
Do not be weighed down by the density you find yourself within, but rather the Lightness that surrounds you and currents you up into a greater sense of levity.
Each position of Positional Living is a path to the Map of Doing, and to Bee doing is what, we have ourselves, Tasked ourselves with, not by someone else’s bidding, but by the Bid we put into to Bee.
No Matter who, or what you are with, it is your bidding, and your bidding alone, that has you Bee-ing what you are Doing.
Call on the WiseWomen, call on the Mother to reach past any and every dis; comfort, ease, mount, armed, count, and allow yourself the purr-mission to align with the Siriuian Feylines.
Softly, and quietly, move to a new locational position that calls for an immense amount of Red Thread. Ball it up and toss it out in front of you, aligned with the Cats, you will pounce on your new direction automatically.
Cheshire Cat shows up for this one,” I thought I might illustrate HOW well you will DO, with a little encouragement from yourself. Keep in mind your are NOT me, but you’ll Do nicely for BEE-ING you.”
“First, think of something that you’d prefer doing, then think of what it is that is keeping you from doing that. Move it aside, if at all possible, if not, ask the Hatter what could Bee suggested, as a work around.”
“Also, don’t forget to HUM,” said Alice, “all good outcomes happen when you HUM. The Bees do it all the time, lifts their spirits and their body, so they can complete what it is they are DOING.”
“Everybody knows what Bees DO, do you know what you Do?”
Being Calm is a relationship with being Wise. As we journey deeper into being Wise, we do become calmer about our lives, about who we are, why we sit into what we sit into, and the meaning behind the reason that Wisdom creates an internal calmness that begins to reside strongly, as who we are.
We present ourselves in the world differently every day, that always is in the same manner of what we call ourselves.
We become more related to our essence than to the way we look. What we call into ourselves changes when we have a new ritual of; Intention, attention, and precision.
We mark our way frontwards, and backwards at the same time so that we can broaden a circular vision that is in touch with a fully dynamic vision.
We begin to become more generated in every direction, instead of just one or two. Our focus shifts, and we marry into a stability that creates a Wedded Circumference that we vision from.
The memory that folds becomes the memory that corrugates, and is relative to everything. Marking our way by our own Visionary Code, we begin to become more singular in every aspect we enfold.
We are narrated from our own Soul, and we are guided by what guides it. And what guides it, is more narrated from the singular rotation of Desire.
All that is desired has a juice of want and the juice of want creates everything. Within the juice of want is the need, and the need is like a solar-cell of a Sun.
The Sun grows, the Sun desires, the Sun needs, the Sun needs Life, the Sun needs information the Trees have in the Underworld.
The Sun feeds the Trees Light, and the Trees feed the Sun dark, and this creates growth, Life, Inheritance, Multiplicity, and the rich Dirt of Desire.
We Calm our ways by processing too much, we feed ourselves through vision and thought and sensing. We emulate more Power in one moment not cautioned, but spread open to accept more Life, more Flow, more Wisdom, more Courage, more Love.
Alice said, “When you line up with yourself, you line up with what it is you are DOING, what it is you are BEE-ING. There are no two ways about it, when you take a breath, you are in the Story BEE-ING told about yourself, to yourself.”
“Listen,” said the Dormouse, “ if it takes a good cup of Tea to propel you forward, coffee if you must, and an Idea worth your Salt.”
“Pass the Salt,” said the Rabbit, his Watch dangling from its Fob chain, “ anybody know what Time it is?” He then began knocking his precious Watch against the Table, trying to get it started again.
When Time stops for you, listen, it’s probably got a wonderful gift in store, and that habit of listening deeply will certainly pay off.
‘Ancient and new at the same time is quite the trick, but there’s more where that came from,’ said the Hatter, as yet another procurement arrived straightly pulled from the Hat.
“Magic is not just an entertainment, but rather a way to gain the attention of those already on the journey, but a bit unaware of how deeply involved they are in participation,” said Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in unison, as was their way.
Everyone looked at them in amazement, it was, afterall, a rather longish sentence for them to put together, but having each other certainly helped.
They looked very Calm as they said it, almost Zen-like, but with much more muchness about them. They never were ones to go with the stark look. “BEE like the garden,” they said,” the wilder the better.”
Your Papered Awareness is getting the better of most things these days, as most of these days are trying to get the better of you. “Two can play at that Game,” said those twins,” we know what’s up,” they said ,as they pointed to The Cheshire Cat.
“Find your Dot, it’s in the middle of your breath,” said Cheshire, “now tie your Red Thread to it, and stretch out a good bit of it, and with that bit, use it to create a rather large Circle.”
“Expand it as far as your lungs will go, and exhale all your relaxedness, so you are ready to inhale your Next. Never be afraid of your Next, because without it the Bead you are BEE-Ing would not hear a thing.
BEE strung along, hitch yourself to a Star, BEE constellated and skyward with the Trees, these are the things that Matter, the very things that create Worlds, Galaxies, Solar Systems, the Omniverse.
BEE Hummingly grateful, and register the length and breadth your breath will go to accommodate you, as you stretch the Red Thread of an Ancient Lineage of WiseWomen.
Speak the White of what colors your Words, and catch the drift of a Wave that Particlizes notion into Matter beyond Not.
Counting the beats between the measures, allows us the ability to hear frequencies of higher octaves, so that the shift can register, before a quit can happen.
“Who said Quit?”, asked the Dormouse. “Nobody,’ said The Cheshire Cat. “Well then, how come everybody heard it?”, asked Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
“Background Sound,” said Alice, “ it’s been doing that for ever so long.” “Bit annoying,” said the Caterpillar, “someone’s got a Bee in their bonnet.”
“Humm,” said everybody in unison, “that could explain a good many things.” “Like why there is never enough chocolate pudding,” said the twins. “Or why Time goes both fast and slow,” said the Rabbit, staring at his Watch.
“That Background Sound always seems to make everyone edgy,” said the Dormouse. “That’s because it’s at the edge of all things,” said the Caterpillar, “ separates things into individual parts, like cells and stars and such.”
“Bee Calm with yourself, don’t worry about being separate from others, BEE aware not to be separate from yourself,” said Alice, “and I ought to know, I’ve been in Wonderland.”
The Maths add up, and down, the equations balance out every word ever thought, or spoken, and the formulas are forever being changed, often 5 at a time, just to keep up.
The Red Thread is tossed out, like a skein of yarn, and the Story it tells, is the Telling of All of Us making our way across the expanse of Time, held together by Compassion, Love, and Well-Being.
Communicating slowly, communicating quickly are both dimensional and the differences are in the number of sequences. One rate becomes more solid than the other.
Taking words apart and putting them back into letters is a powerful code of manifestation, and relates individual parts to the whole, so it can be navigated safely.
It creates a cellular resonance, and without this resonance the cellular is disqualified before it actually enters the Word.
The Word is the whole calculated, navigated, and potentized. When we become the word, we become creation, and we become a navigating factor in fulfilling real need.
Once we realize this fully, our words become manifestational, and this is learning the god-like factor, that is shared with us in being created and part of creation.
We are wholly found, and wholly navigated through our own word sovereignty. There is no neglect or need unnoticed in this sovereignty, so we can fully rest deeply in who we are, why we are, and how we are.
To mark the page with the Word is sovereignty, to mark the page with the Word, with who we are is personal sovereignty, to mark the page with the sovereignty with what we are, is manifestational sovereignty.
So be the skill, and work the Magic of BEE-ING a creative, creating Creation.
Once the mark is made, and the fold is creased, the corrugation can be allowed its measure of folding Space in Time, so that the gravitational pull brings its weight to Bear.
Bear, the Introspection of the Totemic World, the Fey World messenger of Deep Listening, the familiar face of BEE-ING deeply involved in the Harvesting of Honey.
The Hive is a community of BEES in concert with Herb, Flower, and Tree. We are MINT to BEE sovereign, and carry ourselves with Calm, and a deep sense of the WiseWomen of our Lineage.
Closure:
Folding our hands, marrying our Mind to the gentle folds of this Time, and awaken Grace within us.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
